The Earlier Media Whore


WC regards Rep. Marjorie Taylor Green (R, Lunacy) as a media whore. A media whore is someone who will do or say anything, no matter how outrageous, to get attention from the national media and social media. Outrageous conduct is a media whore’s norm, because the media will always react to outrageous behavior. WC can…

LBJ Reconsidered


WC has always had mixed feelings about the late President Lyndon B. Johnson. But WC was in Johnson City, Texas for a wedding, and paid a visit to the LBJ Ranch National Historic Park that’s a few miles away. It seems like a good time to re-examine Johnson and his legacy. Johnson’s family had deep…

Remembering Bill Scott, 1920-1985


(This is a part of an eclectic, sometime series on artists WC has known, liked and doesn’t want forgotten. The first post in this series was on Steve Goodman. The second was on Sir Terry Pratchett. WC has also written about Laura Nyro, Bill Berry, Jo Ann Wold and Boudleaux and Felice Bryant and many others. Most recently, WC wrote about Dave Carter.…

A 60th Anniversary


In 1963, when WC was a surly teenager, and his Dad was feeling unusually prosperous, we took a late spring vacation from Fairbanks to visit the relatives in central California. For five of the ten days, WC and his brother were parked with their Aunt Helen, WC’s dad’s sister, while the parents went to Vegas.…

Fort Jefferson and Its History


Fort Jefferson, the 16 million brick white elephant of a fort built on Garden Key, Dry Tortugas, was constructed mostly with slave labor. Mis-engineered from the start, chasing military technology but never catching up and, in fact, never completed, it’s a fascinating case study. The federal government had several motives for building Fort Jefferson, but…

Sam Mudd Slept Here


For those who aren’t familiar with the Lincoln Assassination and its various players, Dr. Samuel Mudd was the physician who treated John Wilkes Booth, Lincoln’s assassin. Booth broke his leg jumping from Lincoln’s presidential box at Ford’s Theater. It was never clear whether Mudd knew of Booth’s plans in advance, whether he was a part…

Sunset at Lava Lake; South Sister in the background, the top of Broken Top to the lower right

Rocks for Jocks


WC was able to challenge Geology 101 – 103 and so missed the introductory geology courses at the University of Oregon, derisively called “Rocks for Jocks.” “Challenge”? Maybe that’s no longer a thing. But back in the late Pliocene, when WC was an undergraduate, you could meet the course requirements of any entry level science…

How Tough? Pretty Damn Tough


You’ve probably never heard of Thomas Lloyd, Billy Taylor, Charley McConagall or Pete Anderson. They were gold miners, who had followed the gold rush to Fairbanks, Alaska in 1903. Gold miners in Alaska in the 1900s were pretty tough. Certainly tougher than east coast poseurs like Dr. Frederick Cook, a man who didn’t climb Denali…

Leaving Bad Impressions


In 1991, WC was trapped in a broken elevator in his office building with a woman who was obsessed with the alleged witchcraft in a series of Junior High School language arts books recently adopted by the local school district. “Do you know,” she told WC, “That if you photocopy the illustration at pages 119-120,…

The United Plates of America


Most of Alaska, like most Alaskans, originally came from somewhere else. John McPhee, Assembling California WC’s second year geology classes at the University of Oregon – prosaically enough, Geology 201, 202 and 203 – were taught mostly by visiting professors. The second quarter class focused on structural geology, a refreshing change after the tedious and…

One of Them Mettiefor Thingies


When WC was visiting family in his old home town, Stockton, California, probably in 1959 or so, WC’s older cousins, Gary and Bob, were working as after-hours maintenance workers at the Micke Grove Zoo. Back then, what’s now the Lemur Island was the Monkey Island. As cousin Bob hosed off the walkways and emptied the…

It Turns Out “Woke” Isn’t New in Alaska


Harry Badger arrived in Fairbanks, Alaska before it was Fairbanks, when there was little more there than E.T. Barnette’s recently erected trading post, Barnette’s Cache. Newly appointed Territorial Judge James Wickersham described Barnette’s cache: A rough log structure, with spread-eagle wings [that] looked like a disreputable pig sty, but was in fact, Barnette’s trading post,…